Chicago Boy

Bm9 =    7 9 7 7 7 9
Bm6 =    7 9 9 7 9 7

F#m9 F#m9 Bm9 Bm6
F#m9 F#m9 Bm9                Bm6
           Woah, woah, woah-woah

F#m9            F#m9
 Needed some Ricolas
             Bm9
Stepped in CVS
                Bm6
Saw you in the corner
                 F#m9
I was lookin' a mess
            F#m9
You didn’t notice
                Bm9
Jason was instigatin'
                    Bm6
I wanna bring you closer
          F#m9  F#m9
Tired of waitin'
          Bm9    Bm9
Tired of waitin’ (ooh)

F#m9
 Said listen, baby
I know that I'm speedin' up this vibe
F#m9
 Is you gon' judge me
If I fuck you 'fore I catch this flight?
Bm9
 No freakin' worries
I just want to get you comfortable
Bm6
 I need you now
But I don't wanna get your feelings broke

F#m9
 Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
F#m9
 Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Bm9
 Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Bm6
 Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

F#m9                F#m9
 Why your smile so pearly?
                    Bm9
Earrings look like dimes
                  Bm6
It's not a deal breaker
                  F#m9
You’ll be fly in time
                       F#m9
Won’t you come to my show?
                Bm9
After, we can leave
               Bm6
Rid all your clothes
              F#m9 F#m9
Lost in the sheets (ayy)
                  Bm9  Bm6
Get lost in the sheets

F#m9
 Said listen, baby
I know that I'm speedin' up this vibe
F#m9
 Is you gon' judge me
If I fuck you 'fore I catch this flight?
Bm9
 No freakin' worries
I just want to get you comfortable
Bm6
 I need you now
But I don't wanna get your feelings broke

F#m9
 Yeah-yeah-yeah
 F#m9
Wanna get your feelings broke
     Bm9
No, no (oh)
 Bm9
Wanna get your feelings broke

      F#m9
Might, might bend it over
Love you like Sosa
 F#m9
Rolls Royce on my iPhone
Need you a little longer
Bm9                              Bm6
 Ricolas ain't doin' enough for me
On this east, baby where you at now?

F#m9 F#m9 Bm9 Bm6
F#m9
 Ooh
F#m9
 Ooh
Bm9
 Ooh
Bm9
 Ooh, ooh oh

F#m9                                                                  F#m9
 Alright, all the niggas in here, leave, please, on the count of three because I need to talk to my bitches.
Bm9                                                         Bm9
 All the niggas in here, because it's about to get real. I need to know if you guys are really ready to be my
N.C.
friend because it gets real, it gets gross, it gets terrifying. Are you ready? Niggas, get the hell out.
N.C.
If you're part of my job, label, go right now 'cause it's about to get disgusting. It's about to get so
N.C.
fuckin' freaky. Get out.

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